"lawnchairs" poems
what we fear as death is just
decor.
victorian, french country, industrial,
rustic;
doesn't matter.
the bones are the same.
some people expire smiling in
neon pink plastic lawnchairs
or pierce the veil ******** themselves on dove-grey french provincial settees from the 18th century.
we have numbed ourselves in our
endless pursuit of complexity;
walked off the precipice of that
final ecstatic unraveling
while wide-eyed and trembling
at the sight of aesthetics,
as cheap as they are fleeting.
we must garder à l'esprit that it all burns to ash, singular in characteristic, that is scattered by winds indifferent to any distinguishable feature in the
many beliefs twisted into the teeth
of sleeping behemoths dreaming of feasts they had yet to awaken to.
it, what we fear, is shapeless.
the absence of all accumulated
delusion, confusion, or fluid lucidity.
ancient.
a non-locality that is the total
sum of the All collapsing in on
it's most basic components
also collapsing in on...elsewhere?
i'm done.
please, come and sit.
tell me how you like your tea?
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
nothing like jazz
to bring a community
together:
breezy summer evening
lawnchairs scattered
about the library lawn-
dignified grandmothers,
dancing toddlers,
long-haired ranchers,
hipster teens.
all sway to the beat.
smooth saxophone solo
bold trombone flair
drummer's voice crooning
wafts through the air
and for a song-long
moment,
time stands still
and we,
the motley assortment
of local folk
are a thriving,
living,
united
family.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
melt into the sun, the infinite glow and breathe
penetrate: filter the soul’s contours
and grasp
closely
all that is holy and that which believes it is
dance in the infamy of a thousand giggles, a thousand *******
caress slowly and hold close the eyes of a lover
and surrender to your greatest fears
betray the demons, dance with butterflies
find the place inside where hidden lies
desire and indulge in chocolate covered kisses
sing songs of peppermint songs of rubberband questions
why is she smiling and fall breathless
making love to life to god
to all that is holy within;
pray
surrender guilt into cotton candy, skeletons and
sink into mint cookies, ******** moments
palm trees sunflowers and dante’s inferno
the hell of a thousand lies and conquer the night
worship stars swirls rocky road ice cream smile
twirl up up down in laugh breathe sing holy holy holy
pray surrender demons and questions
surrender
give into ginsburg captured on that last day that last morning\
desert songs cholla and speak their names to the sky
the night chris nate take back your stars
perched granite sacred rainbows and forgive
fill love into crevices bend shape hold
breathe
breathe a thousand roses splashed into the sky
swallow grains granules lick and ingest strength
heal heal conquer and give
trust the skeletons trust the fall trust the touch
of a donut-flavored tongue and whisper i love
to hear your laugh words small words
big words words of accusation words of love
words words words
loose yourself fall into another and let your universe
turn upside down shake time
mock lies delve into the abyss
embrace falling stars fallen souls fall slowly
sink into strawberries sticky with ***
lawnchairs and graveyards
find beauty in everything in every vaginal opening
and give life yourself and seashells
to that last morning
surrender to the soul’s embrace melt away
the flesh of yesterday and rebuild forests
find forever in teardrops lovers in strangers
the matrix of the possessed centaur and wrap icy fingers
melt fire and give into yourself
pray
pray to the moonlight earthworms dasies
pray prayers of solace prayers of death
of intangible misgivings and of all things holy
and melt
fall away
rebuild
caress
B-R-E-A-T-H-E…
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC